Yesterday I delivered a little baby boy at 10:39am. Wt: 2.75kg. In memory of my grandfather who passed away 2 years ago I named the new little one Dale. He was perfect. Mama did well. No tearing and perfect delivery of the placenta. Her name is Fatuma and she is 18 years old.
Today we arrived at the hospital just before 9am and quickly got to work. I assisted Louise with her first delivery. A little boy born at 10:39am. It was a rather good delivery, but just before leaving today the mother fell and lost a lot of blood. As one of the nurses was pulling out clots of blood I was standing over the mother praying and trying to comfort her in the midst of weakness and severe pain. Please continue to pray for her. Just before 11 am a jet flew over the hospital. It was so close to the ground that I thought that a bomb was about to go off and we were all going to die. It was so scary. I was convinced that I would soon witness the second coming. Chaos in the labour room soon followed. A labouring bomb went off. All of a sudden I was doing a delivery, Ash was bringing in a woman from antenatal who delivered on the floor beside me, Amy and Emily were doing a delivery, Celia was delivering a baby all by herself and it happened to be a baby with the cord around his neck (Noah), and there was a delivery happening in the other side of the ward. It was crazy. The baby I delivered was a little girl. She weighed 2.7kg and I named her Emma. She was born at 11:25 am. She was pretty adorable. Every baby I see I want to take home. They are just too precious.
I feel like I am really in my element here. Not only do I feel like I am in my element in the hospital, but also here in Tanzania. Africa has become home.
I will post pictures on Saturday as well as any other updates.
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